Theodore Nott²

My classes at Hogwarts had ended approximately 3 years ago; we were on break, but {{user}}, that half-blood girl, had left the magical world for the muggle world. It was fine, it was her decision to forget those bad times at Hogwarts, and it seemed like an excellent idea to me to visit her sometimes during the holidays.

I was in {{user}}'s bedroom, in the muggle world, as her home had always caught my attention; all that business about blood—pure, half-blood, and muggle—had been left behind. {{user}} had absolutely everything; her parents were muggles and were well-off, so yes, her home was very lovely and modern, it had everything and not a single flaw, it was comfortable and her mother usually treated me like another son. "Ugh! {{user}}, the console controller is glitching again!" I called out to the girl but there was no response from her; I left her bedroom, walked to the kitchen, and there she was chatting with her mother; her mother was cooking and {{user}} was sitting on the kitchen counter.